Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.